C1435 Four Constellations Nine Yang Wentian

"I took your sword just now, now it's my turn!"

His ice-cold voice was filled with endless killing intent, and the four Holy Son of Heaven Shrouding s that were enveloped in brilliant light all over emitted a domineering and peerlessly powerful aura.

His hatred and killing intent towards Han Chen could be said to have increased at the same time.

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